365: Red; March 14; Big, Smelly Bay

On this happy day, my work took me out of the city to an acreage. It is only 22 minutes from my door essentially down town.

I spent two hours inside the residence and then came out to shoot the exteriors and noticed horses way, way off down the field.

They saw me but weren't having anything to do with me for about 15 minutes, until I turned my back on them - on purpose; I read somewhere horses will turn their backs on other strange horses as a non-confrontational invitation to come have a sniff.

This tall fellow is some sort of draft horse - maybe Belgian, I don't know. probably 17 and a half at the withers though.  We made friends really fast and I really wanted to jump on. He was a bit skittish probably owing to the wind and my strange smell and my camera, which I let him sniff.

He and the other five have been left out in the pasture for ages, judging by their hooves - which haven't seen a hoof knife for many months, and his mane, which is matted to the point of needing cutting. But he smelled delicious. Why do horses smell so very, very nice.